Somehow, I’m leading someone else’s life. I still see the way the moon plays this tune, though our night’s died. My hands shake. My knees quake. Its everyday, the same way.
When I’m lost. I look at my picture of you. I’ll make tonight my own. Show you every way I’ve grown. If you let me, I’ll show the world to you. If you let me, I’ll know just what to do.
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